Cold Soul lyrics

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[Intro]
(Ayo, Pluto, you goin' brazy)
(Oh, yeah, Berki, this the one right here)

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't give a f*ck what you bro said
I got some n*ggas who wet up the block
All I gotta do gave 'em code red
I put food in your plate, how you go fed?
These n*ggas so dead, that boy the typa to go write on a paper
I know that that n*gga won't blow it
'Member she said that never gon' change
My heart broke and I'm so damaged
I got sh*t that a n*gga can't speak on
Nightmares, [?] sleep, hope he don't blame it
We went straight to the trap to the rap
Now n*gga went back in that trap, wе scamming
You gotta that strap, you better use it
b*tch, I'm comе from a place where you can't be panicking, yeah
I make a call and they pull up with sticks
I'm like, "abracadabra, you famous, yeah"

[Chorus]
Cold soul, I've been on my o-own, think I took the wrong road
They know he hot but they don't really know what he on-on
Eyes blush, now he gone-gone, he got problems at home-home
He don't wanna call for help
'Cause he scared that they won't ever answer the phone
[Verse]
Mental breakdown, that's her flaws but when they need her
She gon' answer the calls, when she hurtin', they don't call her at all
She contemplating putting scars on her arm
Told her her a dad a b*tch
And that n*gga ain't sh*t, let a real n*gga hold your arm
Know how it feel to be hurt
So I promise I won't never hurt you or put you in harm

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't give a f*ck what you bro said
I got some n*ggas who wet up the block
All I gotta do gave 'em code red
I put food in your plate, how you go fed?
These n*ggas so dead, that boy the typa to go write on a paper
I know that that n*gga won't blow it

[Bridge]
He gon' talk to more feds
[?] when I had a gig
His mom [?] I could never forget
I'ma put Channel on my bae
I'ma raise hell if she sick
[?] when I had a gig
His mom [?] 'member I had to [?]
I'ma put Channel on my bae
[Pre-Chorus]
'Member she said that never gon' change
My heart broke and I'm so damaged
I got sh*t that a n*gga can't speak on
Nightmares, [?] sleep, hope he don't blame it
We went straight to the trap to the rap
Now n*gga went back in that trap, we scamming
You gotta that strap, you better use it
b*tch, I'm come from a place where you can't be panicking, yeah
I make a call and they pull up with sticks
I'm like, "abracadabra, you famous, yeah"

[Chorus]
Cold soul, I've been on my o-own, think I took the wrong road
They know he hot but they don't really know what he on-on
Eyes blush, now he gone-gone, he got problems at home-home
He don't wanna call for help
'Cause he scared that they won't ever answer the phone